I was standing on the platform
Waiting for you
I was hoping you'd come.
Didn't know you made everything up

I can still hear your voice
Telling you about your child
Your move, your walks in the wind
My heart was stuck

Even though I'd never seen you before.
Did I know you were the one
I was looking forward to a red coat
But it turned out to be seen

Again and again a different story
Missed the train, no babysitter
Or that something else had happened
It turned out to be a lie all

No, you didn't come, never would come.
My girl was a woman
She had had it with her marriage.
And followed her dreams

I was the victim of her grief
Her grief fell into fantasies
And I went through my knees for that.
Only this love simply did not exist

Always waiting on the platform
Always stand up years—
To a woman
The mother of a friend of yours... #hopelozeliefde

On the platform